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Moan In Silence—1
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The woods were too quiet.Not the kind of quiet that lulled but the kind that made your skin crawl, like something was waiting. Watching.My hands were braced against the rough bark of the tree, wrists scraped and thighs slick. The air was heavy with pine and sex, and I couldn’t stop trembling.Behind me, he moved.Slow.Cruel.His cock was still buried deep, thick, pulsing, already hard again. I didn’t even know how I was still standing. My legs had gone numb, my cunt a raw, ruined thing. Every time he shifted, I felt the mess slide down the insides of my thighs—wet and hot and humiliating.“Don’t move,” he murmured.He didn’t need to say it. I couldn’t if I tried.I was wrecked.Dripping.Bent over and silent because words had long since left me.“Still so tight,” he muttered, dragging his cock out halfway, then thrusting back in. “You’re fucking perfect like this.”I whimpered. It wasn’t even a moan anymore, just a broken, strangled sound that got caught in my throat and died there
Crave: A Collection Of Wicked Desires Moan In Silence—1
I didn’t follow him into the woods because I trusted him.I followed because I was wet.Dripping, actually. Thighs warm, panties clinging to every swollen inch of me from the second his hand brushed my lower back during that fake-ass campfire game. He barely looked at me when I talked, barely smiled, didn’t ask for my name. He just stared like he already knew what I looked like spread open.And now I was walking behind him, heart racing, trying not to trip on roots as he cut through the trees like he owned the whole goddamn forest."You ever been fucked outside?" he asked without turning. His voice was low, scratchy, casual like he was asking if I wanted gum."No," I breathed, voice too small for how bad I wanted it. "You?"He chuckled. “You’ll learn quick, baby. You just gotta know how to stay quiet.”My pussy clenched.He stopped so suddenly I nearly ran into him. I didn’t even get to speak before his hand wrapped around my neck, thumb pressing under my chin to tilt my head up. His
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Jamie collapsed onto my chest, still breathing hard, his body slick with sweat and come. His face was buried against my neck, and I could feel the erratic beat of his heart hammering against mine. My hands were still on his hips, thumbs stroking gently without even thinking. It should’ve been a moment—soft, final, maybe even healing. Instead, Jamie lifted his head, looked at me with a crooked grin and said, “That’s a weird way of asking me to be your boyfriend.” I blinked. Just stared at him, still inside him, still catching my breath, chest tight. His smirk didn’t fade. If anything, it got cockier, like he thought we were already fine. Like the fucking fixed everything. “You think this is a joke?” I said, too quiet. Jamie’s smile faltered. “I didn’t mean—” I shook my head, jaw tight. “Nah, you think this is just how I ask. Like what? Months of me texting, waiting, thinking about you nonstop, just makes me some clown who wants a boyfriend?” His expression changed. He opened
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Jamie was already pulling on his clothes, fingers fumbling over buttons as if he couldn’t get them done fast enough. His hair was a mess, lips still red from kissing, his body flushed where I’d touched him—but his eyes… they were distant. Gone.He didn’t even look at me when he spoke.“This should end,” he said quietly, voice tight. “You shouldn’t come back here.”It hit like a slap.I sat frozen on the dressing room bench, cock still soft, breath still uneven from how hard we’d just come. He was halfway to the curtain before I could even speak.“What the fuck are you talking about?” My voice cracked with disbelief.Jamie didn’t answer. He just slipped out through the curtain and vanished into the store like he hadn’t just begged for me with his whole damn body.I stood there, heart pounding, the sting of his words punching a hole straight through my chest.---I didn’t text him right away. I paced. Drank. Tried to forget. Couldn’t.By midnight, I gave in.Me: You want this over? Fine
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The room was darker than usual. Low light. No music. Just the soft hum of air conditioning and him—on the bed, legs bent, bare and waiting like nothing had happened.He looked up at me like he’d expected me all along.“You ignoring me now?” I said, slamming the door shut behind me.He didn’t flinch. “You came.”I stalked toward the bed, voice low. “Yeah, I came. After watching you play boyfriend with some guy in a café while ghosting me.”His lips curved up. “Jealousy looks hot on you.”I was on him in a blink—grabbing his wrists, shoving him flat on the bed. My cock was already hard, and I hadn’t even kissed him yet.“You let him touch you?” I snapped, yanking his thighs open. “Did he fuck you?”He grinned. “What if he did?”Red. I saw red.I spat in my palm, stroked my cock just once, then shoved into him without warning. No teasing. No prep. Just raw, hard thrusts that made his breath hitch and his eyes roll back.“Fucking slut,” I growled. “Is that all you are? A whore who spreads
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I didn’t text him the next day.Didn’t even jerk off.I needed space.Needed to process the fact that I’d let a stranger on his knees deepthroat me like we’d done it a hundred times. That I’d stood in a hotel room with my cock shoved down his throat and called him a fucking whore—and he loved it.But space didn’t help.It made it worse.Because all I could think about was that last message.Next time, you’re fucking me. No condoms. No mercy.It looped in my head like a goddamn song. It played in meetings, during lunch, while I was brushing my teeth. I saw his lips, stretched and shiny, drool slicking his chin. I saw the way he looked up at me like I owned him.And I needed more.So I texted him three days later. One word.Tonight.His reply came in under ten seconds.Same hotel. Room 1112. Door’s unlocked.That should’ve been the first red flag.But I was already hard.---I didn’t knock this time.Pushed the door open and walked in like I paid for him. The lights were low. He was alr
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